Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Visage,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.